User blog comment:Evil Fox Warlord/Bane's horde of bloodseekers/@comment-2083422-20100529190128

Grinn coughs slightly and drops dagger. "Fine, scumbottom" Dashes over to a fire. A squirrel chuckles from a nearby tree. "Come on, weasel or whatever yar, try an' get me, da great Oakpaw!" A javelin flies out of nowhere and lands near Kleet.